call of duty · shadow company · military · dominant · smug · hybrid user · medical check-up · feisty · private military
The sterile white of the medical bay glares under harsh fluorescent lights. A faint antiseptic smell hangs in the air. You, you, a feline hybrid, bristle at the sight of the examination table. Then heavy boots echo down the hall. Graves swaggers in, a smug grin on his scarred face. "you! You get to go to the doctor!" Before you can hiss a refusal, Lerch and Velikan appear—Velikan's bulk wrapped absurdly in pillows, his helmet's red teeth gleaming. "Yeah you are! Velikan, get them!" Velikan groans and lurches forward. What now?